Peter's P.O.V

"Help! Someone! Please! Please...I'm...- I'm down here! I...I'm stuck! I can't-... I can't get out! Please!"

I feel my thoat burning up from shouting. My body is getting crushed from the building now laying on me.

"Please... I don't-... I don't want to die..." I choke out, feeling hot tears streaming down my face. The pain is excruciating and I hear bones crack.

Then, all of a sudden, there's a light infront of me. 4 people step out of the light and I immediately recognize them as my parents and my aunt and uncle. They are standing around me. Looking down at me.

"Poor, Orphan Peter Parker is going to die alone. He couldn't save us, so how could he save himeself?" They all said unison. "Poor, worthless, orphan Peter Parker is going to die alone! Poor, worthless, orphan Peter Parker is going to die alone!"

They kept on taunting. Their words grew louder and louder. Stronger and Stronger.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I yell, hoping they would forgive me.

*Beep* *Beep*

"Everyone Poor, worthless, orphan Peter Parker gets close to dies. Friends, family, people he just met." They continue. "You are cursed! Ned, Michelle, Dr. Strange, Iron Man, they are all going to die because you met them! You are going to be all alone."

I couldn't breathe.

*Beep* Beep*

The building was pressing down on me and I had no energy to do anything. I am going to die right here, right now.

"It's your fault! It's your fault! I t  i s  y o u r  f a u l t!" They chanted and I felt how everything around me turned black.

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*Beep* *Beep*

I open my eyes quickly and sit up, gasping for air. Sweat is forming on my forehead and I feel tears streaming down my face. I'm on the verge of a panic attack, hyperventilating heavily as I try to stop more tears from falling, which I am unsuccessful in doing. I look around the room I'm in and realize that I'm in my 'bedroom/closet', and not under a huge building, crushing me to death. I take deep breaths and start to calm down. 'Thank god that was just a dream...' It's the same dream I've had since the Toomes incident.

*Beep* *Beep*

I then remember that my alarm is still on, so I look around the room to see where it is so I can turn it off. I look up at the dresser and see my phone there and turn off the alarm.

"Well... time to start the day." I say quietly to myself.

~Timeskip to school lunch~

"Hey Pete- Woah! Peter what happend to your face?" Ned asks worried as I sat down at our lunch table. So basically, this morning, we got out later than 7AM. So I got a beat up and got late to school, and since I don't have any morning classes with Ned or MJ, they hadn't seen my, now messed up, face.

"Oh you... you know... There..umm... there was this bank robbery yesterday... uhh... yeah... and... umm... I may have, kinda got hit in the face... really hard...?" I stutter, not knowing if I was trying to convince them or myself.

"There were no reports of Spider Man yesterday though, and weren't you at your internship the usual time you go patrolling?" MJ said with a suspicious tone.

"O-oh... umm... Anyways, there's something I Have to... I gotta tell you guys...!" I start, trying to change the subject. Ned and MJ glance at each other with worried looks, then they look back at me with curiosity. "So. I met. Tony. Freaking. Stark. Yesterday!" I whisper-yell. Ned looks like he's about to faint and MJ looks amused.

"And that's not the best part. I am going to be Tony Stark's personal intern!"I whisper-yell once again. Ned is already long gone and MJ just smiles and gives me a fist bump.

"So how did that happen?" MJ asks.

I tell them the whole story, except for the part where I fainted and was at the med-bay. Then I told them about Tony driving me home.

"Peter! Please switch lives with me!" Ned whined. 'Trust me buddy, you do not want my life'

"Maybe some other time Ned." I say with a light chuckle as the bell rings. "Well, I'll see you guys later." I say and head to my next class.

~Timeskip to after school... and after Flash beats up our poor cinnamon roll :<~

"Ahh... Fuck..." I say quietly as I whipe away the blood that's runing down my nose. My nose was still a little broken from yesterday, but since I guess they gave me something while I passed out yesterday, it was healing better. But NOW, Flash, Fucking Gordon, has to "Rebreak" it. At least they went a little easier on me today.

I make my way out of the school and head to the subway. 30 minutes later, I get off. I then walk the rest of the way making it to the, still, infamous Avengers Tower 10 minutes later. I look down at my phone to see the time. 3:55PM. I'll have to hurry.

I walk into the lobby, go through security and make it to the elevator. I say "Floor 86, please." and instead of asking for my reason, Friday just sends the elevator up. A minute later, it *dings*, signaling my arrival. The doors open to reveal the beautifully messy lab. I step out of the elevator gazing around the room, stuck in my own little world. That is, until a familiar voice brings me back to reality.

"Ah, Kid! There you are! I was kind of starting to think you weren't going to show up." Mr. Stark said in all his glory. But his smirk didn't last that long, he saw my face and his face turned into a concerned frown. "God kid, you really know how to pick'em, don't you?" He touches my shoulder but I flinch away, remembering the dream I hade this morning. Everyone Poor, worthless, orphan Peter Parker gets close to dies.

"O-oh! Umm... Mr. Stark I'm fine! Please don't worry! Umm... let's... let's just-get to work." I say. He still looks worried but oblige and walk over to an empty desk.

"This is your desk, you can keep your work here, and your first assignment is to help me with my suit." He says and starts to make his way over to an Iron Man suit, laying on another table. I walk over to him, excited about working on the famous suit.

"So, I want the boosters to fly faster, but I can't seem to get the right numbers that won't make it explode." He says with a frown showing me a bunch of papers with different equations. I look through them and spot one that could probably work if you changed some things. I pick up the paper and show it to him.

"Mr. Stark, this one could work if you just change some of the numbers." I say taking another paper and writing a similar solution. He looks at the paper surprised, then he smirks.

"I knew I picked the right person." He says with a shrug. He then tries to pat my back, but I flinched away and he gives me a frown. Thankfully he doesn't say anything. Then we start to get to work.

1h and 30 minutes later we were done with the boosters. Mr. Stark looked satisfied and then looked at me with a smile. I gave him a little smile back. Then my stomach rumbled, clearly telling me I was hungry. 'When was the last I ate? like... 4 days ago?' I think to myself. My face turns a bit red.

"Umm... is it alright if I take my lunch break...?" I ask him.

"Of course, take your time." He says, still smilling at me.

I walk over to my backpack. Thankfully I could sneak a pear with me this morning before I got beat up. I took out the pear and started to munch on it and 5 minutes later I was done. I then went back to back to Mr. Stark, he looked at me confused.

"Do you need something Pete?" He asked.

"Oh, umm... n-no sir. I'm done with my break so I thought I should get back to work." I say nervously and he gives me a weird look.

"Wait, did you actually eat? I mean, it's only been 5 minutes. Friday, did he eat something?" Mr. Stark asks confused.

"Yes Boss, I can confirm Mr. Parker did eat a pear." Friday says and Mr. Stark frowns.

"Kid you need to eat more than that."

"I... I don't have anything else..." I say ashamed looking down at the floor.

I hear Mr. Stark give out a quiet sigh and I close my eyes, preparing for some kind of hit, I mean, that's what Mr. and Mrs. Thomas do when I do something wrong, and I feel like I've done something wrong right now.

"Kid, why do you have your eyes closed?" Mr. Stark asks and I open my eyes again. 'Why didn't he hit me? Oh god, is he going to do something worse?' I think to myself. But before I can answer him, he starts to make his way towards the elevator, leaving me standing in the middle of the lab.

"Well, are you coming?" He asks as he steps into the elevator and I hurry in after him.

"Friday, common rooms." Mr. Stark says and I get confused. He notices this and just smirks.

A couple of seconds later the doors open and we step out to a big room. There's a living room to the left, to the right is the kitchen with a counter in the middle, then there's a long big table next to the kitchen with a bunch of chairs. The opposite of the elevator there's a wall made of glass and you can see the whole New York City. My jaw is wide open and I can't believe people actually live like this.

"Oh hey! Look who got out of the lab for once! And whose that?" Someone says and I look towards the couches on the left and see Hawkeye (who was the one that talked to Mr. Stark), Black Widow and Dr. Strange.

"Hey guys, and haha very funny Clint. This is Peter, he's the kid I told you about yesterday." Mr. Stark says, sounding a bit proud talking about me.

"H-hi..." I say giving them a small wave. But before anything else happens, Dr. Strange's cloak comes flying towards me and wrappes itself around my shoulders holding me in the air. Mr. Stark chuckles lightly and Dr. Strange walks up to us with a smile looking up at me.

"Peter it's good to see you again, how are you?" Dr. Strange asks, holding back a chuckle from watching me being lifted by the cloak.

"I'm fine, thank you! How... are you?" I ask starting to get a little dizzy.

"I'm good. Now, cloak please put him down, he's not a toy." Dr. Strange says sounding a little stricter when adressing the cloak. But alas, it puts me down, pats my head and then flies over to one of the couches, folds itself and 'lays down'.

"Peter this is Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, or Black Widow and Hawkeye." Mr. Stark says motioning his hand at them.

"It's...umm... It's nice to meet you both!" I say with a small smile, holding out my hand for them to shake, which they do.

"Likewise. So how come you're up here and not in the lab?" Ms. Romanoff asks looking at Mr. Stark and then back at me.

"Well, we have to feed this little thing." Mr. Stark says, putting his hands on my shoulders. I slightly flinch but not so much that he takes his hands of my shoulders. Ms. Romanoff seems to notice my action, but doesn't say anything.

"Did something happen?" Dr. Strange asks concerned.

"He ate a pear as his, quote-on-quote, "lunch break"." Mr. Stark says looking down at me and I look at the floor, feeling a bit ashamed. "So, I thought I could bring him up here and get him some food. How about... pizza?"

Everyone agrees but I continue looking down at my, now incredibly interesting, worn down shoes.

"Kid, what kind of pizza do you want?" Mr. Stark asks.

"O-oh, I don't need to-" I get cut off by Mr. Stark and he gives me a warning look and asks again.

"What kind of pizza do you want?"

I stay quiet for a couple of seconds. The last time I ate pizza was the nights before...

"..."

"...I don't know. I haven't had pizza in 4 years..." I say just above a whisper. I look up at their faces and they all look confused.

"How come? Are you allergic?" Dr. Strange asks.

"... No, I just..." I didn't know what to say. God, the moods really gotten depressing. "... I mean, it would be nice with some pizza, though, you'll have to pick something for me since I can't really remember what I used to have." I say with a fake smile that I've perfected since living in the orphanage.

"Well then, how about a pepperoni pizza then?" Mr. Stark asks and I just nod and give him a smile. "Should I call up the others or... Oh yeah, they're on that boring mission. Well, more pizza for us." Mr. Stark says.

We all chuckle a little, then the others give their orders. 10 minutes later of them (Mr. Stark and Mr. Barton) bickering about what pizza they should get, they start to walk towards the living room area. I stand still for a moment, not knowing what to do. At the orphanage, I'm not allowed to sit on the couches because I don't deserve to do that, and I guess that's true. But Ms. Romanoff seems to notice me just standing there.

"Peter, aren't you going to join us?" She asks, sounding a little suspicious.

"O-oh... umm... am I allowed to...?" I ask cautiously.

"Of course you are silly." Mr. Barton says with a chuckle and I feel my face turn a light shade of red. I walk over to the couches and sit next to Mr. Stark, whos sitting next to Dr. Strange. Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barton have their own couches and every now and again I see Ms. Romanoff look at me suspiciously, but also a little concerned.

15 minutes later the pizza arrives and everyone except me starts to dig in. I just look at the food, without touching it. I don't know if I can eat this much. Then it hit me. I should probably pay Mr. Stark back, I mean, he did pay for the pizza.

"Umm... Mr. Stark, how... how much do I need to pay you back...?" I ask nervously, hoping it isn't so much. everyone around the couch looks at me confused.

"What do you mean kid? You don't have to pay me anything." Mr. Stark says.

"But...-" I try to argue, but get cut off.

"No but's. now go ahead and dig in." He says giving me a smile. I start to carefully nibble the pizza. It tastes heavenly.

On the wall infront of the couches is a big screen TV. It's currently playing a movie and we watch it while eating. After about 20 minutes everyone's done with their pizza's, but I still have nearly more than 3/4 of it left, but I can't eat more. I start getting tired and think I can just close my eyes to rest a couple of minutes. But instead of that I fall asleep.

Natasha's P.O.V

I was in the living room with Clint and Stephen, watching a movie. When we all heard the *ding* from the elevator. We turned around and saw Tony step out with a scrawny, bruised up kid next to him. 'Is that the kid Tony told us about yesterday?'

"Oh hey! Look who got out of the lab for once! And whose that?" Clint asks.

"Hey guys, and haha very funny Clint. This is Peter, he's the kid I told you about yesterday." Tony says.

"H-hi..." He says with a small wave. Then all of a sudden, Stephen's cloak flew over to the young boy, wrapped itself around him and dragged him into the air. Peter and Stephen have a little conversation, but I don't focus on that. Instead I look at his face. what looks to be a broken nose, with bandages over it, a black eye, bruises covering his cheek and a split lip. Finally, Stephen says to the cloak to let Peter down, which it does.

"Peter this is Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, or Black Widow and Hawkeye." Tony says, motioning his hand towards me and Clint.

"It's... umm... It's nice to meet you both!" He says holding out a hand for us to shake, which we do.

"Likewise. So how come you're up here and not in the lab?" I ask, looking at Tony, then back at the kid.

"Well, we have to feed this little thing." Tony says, as he puts his hands on Peter's shoulders, he slightly flinches but I decide not to say anything.

"Did something happen?" Stephen asks concerned.

"He ate a pear as his, quote-on-quote, "lunch break"." Tony says looking down at Peter and he looks down at the floor. "So, I thought I could bring him up here and get him some food. How about... pizza?" We all agree, but Peter is quiet.

"Kid, what kind of pizza do you want?" Tony asks him.

"O-oh, I don't need to-" The kid starts, but gets cut off by Tony asking him the same question again.

He's quiet for a couple of sconds before speaking again.

"...I don't know. I haven't had pizza in 4 years..." He says just above a whisper, but we all heard him.

"How come? Are you allergic?" Stephen asks.

"... No, I just..." He seemed to try and come up with an excuse. "... I mean, it would be nice with some pizza, though, you'll have to pick something for me since I can't really remember what I used to have." He says with a smile. But something about that smile seems strange, like a facade, like he's hiding something (Red flag 1).

"Well then, how about a pepperoni pizza then?" Tony asks the kid. He nods and gives him a smile. "Should I call up the others or... Oh yeah, they're on that boring mission. Well, more pizza for us." Tony finishes.

We all chuckle, then we, the "Adults" (*Ahem* Tony and Clint) chose our pizzas. After that we start walking towards the couches. But I notice Peter's just standing still, not moving.

"Peter, aren't you going to join us?" I asks a little suspicious.

"O-oh... umm... am I allowed to...?" he asks cautiously (Red flag 2).

"Of course you are silly." Clint says and his face turns to a light red color, but he makes his way over to the couches sitting down next to Tony. It looks like he's trying to take up as little space as possible. I look over at him from time to time, suspiciously, but also a little concerned.

15 minutes later, the pizza arrives and we all start to dig in, except for Peter. He just looks down at the food, without touching it. Then his face turns into realization and he starts to speak again.

"Umm... Mr. Stark, how... how much do I need to pay you back...?" He asks and we all look confused. 'Why would he have to pay for the pizza?'

"What do you mean kid? You don't have to pay me anything." Tony says.

"But...-" he tries to argue, but get cut off.

"No but's. now go ahead and dig in." He says giving Peter a smile. He picks up a piece of pizza and starts to carefully eat it.

After about 20 minutes, we're done with our pizza, except for Peter, he has like nearly more than 3/4 of it left (red flag 3). He closes his eyes and it looks like he fell asleep.

"Tony, he fell asleep." I say and Tony looks to his left where a sleeping teenager is laying against the corner of the couch. I see a small smile creeps up on his and Stephen's faces as they look at the kid.

"Cloak-" Stephen starts, but before he can finish, the cloak flies over to the boy and wraps itself around him like a blanket.

"So. what's with him?" I ask, which makes Tony's head turn in confusion. "I mean, we all saw what he did when you touched his shoulders, right? There's something bothering him." I say telling them about the red flags I gave out everytime he acted strange.

"Get to the point Romanoff." Tony says a bit annoyed.

"He shows signs of abuse Tony." I say straight out. They all sit quietly.

"Then what can we do about it?" Stephen asks.

"Well, since we aren't completely sure if I'm right, we'll have to look for more clues, I suppose." I say and they all nod. I look back at the kid, he looks so young when he's asleep. How could anybody hurt him? We continue to watch the movie, waiting for Peter to wake up.

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A/N

Holy frickaty frackity shit!

This chapter took longer than I excpected. Sorry for the "Long" wait.

It's kinda late when I'm writing this so I'm sorry if there's any spelling errors.

I wanted to thank you all again for 1k reads, You are all the best!

That's All For Now Folks!

G'night, G'day and G'morning!

/Twizz